Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,36
pretty amazing. There was a sense of wonder and excitement in every one of the places she’d researched on her itinerary. It had taken a few weeks for her to loosen up and let me pick some stops, but it had allowed me to learn a thing or fifteen about my girl.
This surprise would be the true test.
Evidently, the Amtrak gods were with me because the pancakes were actually edible. I resisted the urge to shovel them all into my mouth at once. We’d run late for the last train out. Add in the overbooking and way too many people eyeing our upgraded seats—measly upgrade, I might add—and there’d been no dinner last night. Even our ever-present supply of trail mix had run out.
I would have happily eaten a soggy egg and biscuit sandwich that morning, not that I’d tell her that. But I didn’t have to. And when my phone buzzed again, my grin widened.
Product delivered.
Sweetest damn words in the English language.
I shoved another bite of pancake in my mouth and ordered a plate of bacon when our waiter returned.
“I don’t like that smile.”
I grinned down at her. “You love my smile.”
“Hmm.”
A tray of bacon consumed and three cups of coffee later, our stop was called. I’d ordered a driver to pick us up while she paid the bill. She really didn’t like when I tried to pay for things.
“I still don’t know why you wanted to get off here. There’s only a few more stops until we’re in downtown Los Angeles.”
“You’ll see.”
Like the seasoned travelers we were, we knew where to go to get our bags the quickest. Two bags had become three, thanks to our travels. We mailed most things back to our house in Phoenix. Yes, she’d finally relented there. Someday we might even live in the house.
But for now, I was more than ready to make a few upgrades.
“I ordered a car.”
She rolled her eyes. “It ruins the fun when you do that.” But her voice didn’t have the same loaded excitement it usually did when we got to a new town. It had been a damn long night, and I was looking forward to the king-size bed in our future.
The driver was chatty and helpful with the bags. When he parked at the strip mall I’d directed him to, Fee gave me a weird look. “Shopping?”
“Not quite.”
“I’m not really in the mood for another meal at In-N-Out Burger.”
“Bite your tongue, woman.” Nothing was better than an In-N-Out burger. “We’ll be right back,” I told the driver. My extra-large tip should keep him from driving off with our stuff. At least for the ten minutes it would take to show her what I’d done.
Either I’d end up back in the car with my ass handed to me, or she’d be happy as hell.
I led her behind the building at the edge of the strip. She let out a huff of dismay. “Would you stop fooling around? I have a list of places we have to see today and…”
She glanced at me, then the forty-five-foot luxury tour bus parked in front of us. “What did you do?”
I winced. That wasn’t promising.
Shit.
I swallowed. “Well, you still have at least a month’s worth of places on your list. And I was thinking maybe we could extend it and I could try out—”
I grunted as five-feet-eight-inches of Felicity came crashing into my body. I widened my stance to take her weight as she wrapped her long, glorious legs around my hips and started kissing my face.
“Oh, you didn’t! Oh my God, you glorious, perfect man.” She laced her fingers behind my head and pulled my face up for a full-on kiss.
When she finally let me up for air, I grinned at her. “Good surprise, huh?”
“I hate that train.” She hopped down and ran around the front of the bus. She screeched out a laugh when she caught sight of the driver. “You have a driver?”
“You thought I could drive this thing?”
She ran back to me, and I was ready for her this time. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She punctuated each declaration with a kiss. “I didn’t want to tell you I hated the train because it was my idea, but oh my God, I hate that smelly train.”
I laughed. “Well, I figured if I wasn’t a fan of that stupid train, you’d eventually come around to my way of thinking.”
She jumped down and jogged back toward the front of the bus. “We have a